Love, yes. Word known to all men.

And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father.

My intention was to write a chapter of the moral history of my country and I chose Dublin for the scene because that city seemed to me the centre of paralysis.

Love loves to love love.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

I am not likely to die of bashfulness but neither am I prepared to be crucified to attest the perfection of my art. I dislike to hear of any stray heroics on the prowl for me.

Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.